CHAPTER 27

Richard's POV

So disoriented, I rise from my misery when a chuckle reaches my ear, making me flicker my eyes open to see a pair of brown eyes that remind me of Arabel.

It isn't Arabel. It is my mother.

“Finally, someone is awake,” she murmurs before passing me a cup of coffee, which I take quickly to quench my thirst.

When I gulp down everything, I raise a brow in question. “What happened?”

She watches me for a while before asking with concern. “You don't remember?”

That causes me to shake my head and feel like I've just recovered from a severe hangover.

Was I drunk?

I wasn't.

It's been a while since I drank, so why can't I remember a thing?

I stare at my mother as I try to remember when it hits me. It was raining. I was outside when it rained. I called Ashley. Then what happened?

"You were out by the time I arrived," she tells me, judging from my expression that I remember everything now.

“Oh!” I mutter.

I called Ashley to get my mother. I must have lost consciousness before mother